Nik the Swift
The East Riding of Yorkshire 1744.
Highwaymen still roam the coach roads. There’s the smell of civil war brewing in the north.
Richie Turpin has one last errand to run before he goes to the gallows, again.
There's a kidnapped Beverley lass called Nicola Sullivan. All he has to do is rescue her, but it's not that simple, for Nicola’s mother is someone he knew twenty years ago - someone he loved.
Nik is more than just a spoiled rich girl - she has heart. If Richie can get her home to Beverley, she means to kill a man who deserves a bullet - her father.
Our Dave has been running Avenue Cars on Chanterlands Ave, Hull, for as long as anyone remembers. You can depend on Our Dave, but it wasn’t always like that.
Back in the seventies he did things he isn’t proud of, and buried under the shed on his allomtment behind Newland Ave, is a shotgun.
There are dark forces in this city. Leatherhead controls the heavy drugs that come through Hessle Road. The Mancs are trying to muscle their way in, and then you’ve got the bent coppers.
If Our Dave is to keep his drivers safe, he’ll have to go back to his old ways.
It’ll be murder
The East Riding of Yorkshire.
When seventeen-year-old village lad, Richie Jackson, stops a midnight coach robbery, they make him constable of the peace.
He’s not constable material.
An illegitimate son to that dead Turpin woman. Six foot four with a big, daft hunting dog.
Nana says they only gave him a gun so he’ll get shot.
After he saves the Pike lass, it looks like he might end up being a highwayman himself.
THE GREAT FROST
The East Riding of Yorkshire 1709.
The tiny village of North Burton. It’s March.
In years to come they will call it The Great Frost.
Meg and Nana know the cold will get worse – because everything always does. Meg’s husband is away at war, the roof is about to fall in and Carrick, the big rector up at St Michael’s, says the cold is a punishment for their sins.
When a wounded highwayman bangs on their door in the night, and they take him in, they don’t realise just how much worse it will get.
A North Sea Tale
The Cod Wars rage.
If Skipper Richard Bird doesn't catch enough fish this time, he'll never sail another trawler out of St Andrew's Dock again.
Even with the new deckie learner, Danny, he's four crew down already. There's a lot to deal with out in the North Sea. Gutting for sixteen hours straight, the freezing cold water in your wellies, the waves as big as houses crashing over the bow and the narrow eyes of the rough Hessle Road lads. When Danny finds the dead body of the bosun in the wheelhouse, he knows there's something terrible on board.
July 12 2021
Like his dad used to, Tony fights out of the City of Hull Boxing Club.
Now the old man is dead, everyone says they’re here for him. Everyone. Emma from next door. Jacko at the boxing club. The Congolese woman from the flats. The Scouser who’s taken over the gym, but it’s all talk. Tony knows he’s on his own. That’s just how it is.
There’s something dark in the forest behind the North Hull Estate and along the banks of the city drain. Something big. A beast. It’s drawn to him. He’s drawn to it.
Just like everything else, Tony will face it alone.
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